Dark golden hair cascading over her shoulders, luminous eyes that burned with divine judgment. The glow wasn't comforting. It was the kind that belonged to executioners and queens who never bled for the condemned.
He knew her.
He hated that he knew her.
"What... are you doing here, human princess?" His voice was calm, but the twitch in his fingers betrayed him.
She smiled.
Not kind.
Not cruel.
Indifferent... A goddess descending upon her prey.
"Mmm... almost forgot you never saw me when we attacked your estate back then no wonder you're not attacking right away." Alexa tilted her head, voice almost teasing.
Dragomir's pupils slit. His mind raced, then realization hit like thunder. "You... You were there-with that little bastard!" His face twisted in fury.
His mistake.
Her eyes sharpened, the golden glow intensifying.
THWACK!
Her punch struck his gut like a hammer.
